In the prison of Jixian County, Qian State, Chen Min, the former clerk of Cao Cao, was nailed to the wall with shackles. Charge: Misappropriating tax revenue from spiritual weapons. The interrogator sneered: "Mechanized execution in three days." The old man in the next cell suddenly opened his eyes, with metallic light flowing in his pupils: "Boy, I have my soul living in your body." Chen Min's whole body was shaken - that was Ying Xuan, the overlord who unified the seven countries three hundred years ago, but was backlashed by spiritual machines! Spiritual machines are driven by spiritual power, and when overloaded, flesh and blood turn into iron; pure-blooded people cannot control the curse of advanced mechas, but they can use the food they grow to suppress mechanical pollution. And Chen Min is the descendant of the last pure-blood farmer. The jailer brought poisoned wine, and the nobles in the court were afraid that he would reveal the corrupt secret of spiritual weapons and taxes. Ying Xuan's soul roared in the sea of consciousness: "Let me take over the body and fight out!" Chen Min gritted his teeth and picked up the wine bowl. The next second, he saw the black market businessman Shen Hongliu outside the cell door carrying a spiritual hammer, followed by a group of ragged prisoners: "Sign the contract, and I will help you reverse the case. The condition is - farm and raise us." When the overlord's soul began to reverse erosion, and when the steel behemoth rolled over the wheat fields, Chen Min had to use a hoe to pry open this twisted Warring States period.
The beacon fire of the great victory is still burning on the border, and Ying Xuan has led five thousand elites on their way home.
The triumphal flag whistled in the wind, and the soldiers' armor was still stained with the blood of the enemy. Ying Xuan was riding on a spiritual warhorse, the metal horse's legs bursting out sparks with every step he took. The chariot behind him was filled with baggage captured from the Xun Kingdom.
"General, a commendation order from the imperial court!"
The messenger galloped over on horseback, holding a scroll of gold-trimmed silk book in his hands, with a flattering smile on his face.
